Spring Day // Kim Taehyung ( V )

Chapter 45 - closer

'There's no point. Why would we want her to go back to someone who caused this pain? Who knows if it'll happen again?'

It's a valid concern, isn't it? The risk that history might repeat itself. Yet, underneath that logic lies a different truth: I love him. And I believe they understand that, even if they don't say it outright.

Taehyung was angry. I could see it in his eyes—mad at Jackson for hurting me. But why? Sure, the news caught everyone off guard, but the level of animosity directed at Jackson seemed disproportionate. Taehyung's anger felt personal, intense—almost protective.

'Taehyung. He cares for you more than you realize.'

Those words echo in my head, stirring something unfamiliar. It's not like me to dwell on such things—yet I can't help but feel a strange pull whenever I think of Taehyung. The way people mention his name—girls, mostly—makes me curious about why I'm so drawn to him. I already appreciate his presence; I don't need the constant reminders. So why do they keep pushing?

Joan's voice cuts through my thoughts, her touch gentle but firm as she shakes my shoulder.
"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah... just thinking," I reply, voice soft.

"You need to stop obsessing over him," Joan says with a sigh.

The three of us—Joan, Michelle, Angela—and I are alone at home. The boys left early that morning without telling us where they were headed. The house is quiet, the kind of quiet that invites reflection, or perhaps, overthinking. I crave a moment of girl talk, a brief escape from everything.

"I wasn't, Joan," I admit softly. "I was thinking about Taehyung."

Their expressions shift—an unspoken understanding passing among them. I shoot them a confused look, but they just smile enigmatically.

"Why him?" Angela teases, grinning.

"I was just thinking about what he said yesterday," I reply, trying to sound casual but feeling the weight in my chest.

Flashback:

"Taehyung..." I whisper, voice thick with emotion.

He turns to me, eyes gentle but knowing. "Yes?"

"Please... help me get over this. I don't know if I can do it alone."

He nods softly, a promise in his eyes. "I will, George. I promise I will."

In that quiet moment, with the rain as our backdrop, I felt the faintest glimmer of hope—fragile but present. Maybe, just maybe, I could find a way forward.

He wrapped his arms around me. It wasn't the same warmth I felt from Jackson, but it was comfort nonetheless. I appreciated it—needed it. Yet, I couldn't help but notice how different Taehyung appeared—a side of him I'd never seen before. The goofy, cocky persona was replaced with something more fragile, more desperate.

I eased myself back into the seat, a faint smile tugging at my lips as I shook my head at my own foolishness.
"That was a weird favor to ask," I said softly.

He looked at me, concern flickering across his face.
"What's wrong?" he asked gently.

"It's stupid," I admitted, voice almost a whisper. "Asking you to help me move on."

He furrowed his brows, studying me with a quiet intensity.
"Why's that stupid?" he asked, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Because you're not sure I can really help?"